See Vee
I had an idea, spawned first by link. Then a thoughtful re-examination after this story.
See, a few years ago, Texas law changed, and in order to be called a professional counselor, one had to have master’s degree. Or be clergy. At least, that’s my understanding and in no way does this represent a legal opinion. See fine print for details on disclaimers.
So what I was going to do was throw together a C.V., in place of a resumé.
But as I thought about it, there’s not much room for all the varied interests, steel guitar music to steel drums. And a little orchestra, just to fill it all in – plus some kind of a dance-mix backbeat.
I was going to list applicable job skills, but the only skill would be typing and anyone who knows me understands that my typing is, at best, suspect. Design skills? None. If the last few days are any indication, I can’t fish worth a damn, either. Hardly a skill I’d want to list.
I was “one with the fish” when I started to work on this project, but that’s because I was feeding worms to the perch. One fish, in the afternoon, duly noted.
As the weather started to turn nasty, I kept thinking about the C.V. idea, but I haven’t come up with any relevant data to fill up the spaces. Education? Sure, got two college degrees, one from a real college, one from a real (state) university. As a lark, when I was much, much younger, as I did the “confirmation” as a “minister,” so I have a card that indicates – also verified through church records – that I’m a card-carrying minister. Right, what’s that? First Church of astrofish.net? Sure, call it what I want.
Plus, I did buy a diploma that – it’s legal – says I’ve got a Ph.D. “Honorary” degree. Big whoop. That was another one, because I was occasionally referred to as “Dr. Kramer,” I can be (barely) legally addressed as such. Or Rev. Kramer. Most often? “Hey! You!” Usually followed by expletives, epithets and various threats plus occasional familial and ancestry questions.
None of this covers various careers as bartender, bar owner, racing team owner (mechanic, logistics, and so on) or the details that are covered by that. Nor an education that only started at college and has proven to be never ending. Or time spent building software and hacking around with computer code – something I’m no longer even remotely good at. Or fishing. Another task, one would have to guess, that I’m not even remotely good at, judging by the recent turn of events, i.e., no fish today.
In part, the other evening, I was trying to describe, in a few short words, what’s the important part of a chart, or, how do a reading on some chart. What to look for. The problem with attempting a short form is the extent of the variables. In some charts, it’s the Sun Sign, other charts, the Moon, or maybe, Mars? Venus? Houses? What’s the important component? All depends. It’s a complex question, not easily addressed in a few short words.
Fortunately, I’m able to ramble on and around. Brevity – not to be confused with blunt – is not my style.
I’m going to New Mexico to teach a class and do readings, then saunter back on down to El Paso to work. None of which has any direct contact with the education or the CV.
What it amounts to? I don’t have any credentials for what I do. Except that I’ve done it for a while, and there are the archives.
